Everyone was suspicious of me. They were trying not to make it obvious, but their staring was getting to me.
"Please, ignore these kids since they do not know any better and are extremely loyal to the temple. I will reassure them that you are an ally, shopkeeper. Ah, would you like some tea?"
Cardinal Joshua asked as he poured me a cup of tea and handed it over to me.
He might have asked me whether I wanted tea or not, but his actions were too forceful for it to be an invite. It was a given that I had to take the offered tea and drink it.
Under such circumstances, how could I turn down that offer of tea? The only thing I could do was grab the offered cup and take a small sip for the sake of politeness and keeping my head intact.
[Your resistance has made you immune to effects of other faith.]
The message popped on my phone screen as soon as I drank the tea, and I forced myself to swallow it.
